Blood of Mercury

Xila opened her mouth and was speechless for a while.

The icy fear stuck in his throat, and Sheila felt a rare sense of disgust wrapped around her body.

"Why do you want to do this?"

He blinked in disbelief and asked, "The Caralans did nothing wrong—whatever the druids did, it had nothing to do with them?"

"It's time to ask those gods."

Claudia sneered and shrugged: "The reason they gave is to prevent problems before they happen."

"...Prevent it before it happens? Okay. Take it before it happens..."

Sheila repeated the word slowly, twitching the corners of her mouth, almost laughing out loud.

"In fact, the reasons given by the gods are quite reasonable."

Claudia stared at Sheila with her pure blue pupils: "According to the 'credible' news from Titan's intelligence department, as well as the personal confirmation of the two gods Coni and Nix... We can be sure , Caral's South Wind Ring School, all members are demon believers."

In an instant, Xila's pupils shrank to the limit.

Demon - The last time he heard the word as a noun was when he was a teenager in seminary.

The world has been without demons for a long time. There are quite a few people who confuse demons with devils these days, but Sheila believes that Claudia will not make such a simple and childish mistake.

"Demon...? No, wait, how did they know for sure?"

But after a brief surprise, Sheila immediately realized the problem: "Neither Connie nor Knicks, neither of them has a realm related to truth and true knowledge."

"Also," Sheila snorted coldly, "When will mortals recognize demons? If Titan's intelligence department can identify demons, what do we clerics do?"

"That's the problem."

Claudia sighed. He threw a black sackcloth cloak to Xila: "You put it on first... Then the topic just now. The two gods declared at the council that the power of the druids actually came from below the wall of Gaia. Demons, and the druids are trying to turn the world upside down—"

"So, they all believed it?"

"They can't help but believe. Because they can't cure the plague of Caral anyway - not even the Pope of Kelanvor, or the Supreme Bishop of Tyre."

"...Guderian?!"

Shira's voice suddenly stuck in her throat.

After receiving Claudia's affirmation, Syra suddenly understood why the gods wanted to frame Caral at all costs.

He is the cardinal of Thiel. He needed to know more about the seriousness of this kind of thing - he knew very well what a plague that even a **** could not cure meant.

- That is the shake of divine authority.

Before he came into contact with the great power of his mentor, he also believed in the greatness and omnipotence of Tyre wholeheartedly. This is true of almost all priests and Templars, who may also be a little corrupt, but they also respect the gods.

Because they all know that God is real. Blasphemy is something only a lunatic like Marco would do.

That is far more serious than disobeying the king, and it can be said that it can only bring about the result of death.

And if people know that the gods are not omnipotent, there are limits to the power of the gods. And if they really see that fact and come into contact with that fact, the prestige of the gods will collapse instantly.

By then, Cyrah could almost foresee that the whole world would be plunged into chaos like never before.

All kinds of cultists will appear. Doomsdayists and atheists will spring up and preach their feuds in cities everywhere. All kinds of artificially created false gods will also emerge, ceding the land to be the king.

And wizards and witches will undoubtedly become the most superior beings in this chaotic world-since gods have been degraded and priests have become liars, then as the biggest enemy of God, they will become heroes who overthrow the old and rotten rule and believed by people.

Just thinking about it, Syrah could think of the terrible and dark world people fall into when their beliefs are broken.

to avoid such a disaster. The gods need a reason, a target. an enemy.

A reason to explain why divine power is useless, a target that bears all the infamy and sin, and gathers the hatred of all those who do not know the truth, an enemy that all believers must concentrate on fighting and have no time to think about.

Sure enough, Claudia went on to say: "It is mentioned in the decree of the gods that whether it is the great disaster of Fararu or this terrible plague that started from Caral and spread rapidly, it is the Druid who is behind it. Mischief."

"Even at the meeting. The reason why priests of the gods can't exorcise these plagues is because the druids have stolen their powers through mysterious profane rituals," said the Pope of Kelanvor. All the druids are purified, and the plague can be lifted."

Claudia sighed.

Sheila's hands clenched tightly, her nails almost piercing her flesh.

His face was gloomy. There was a thick haze in the green pupils.

"What nonsense! There is no such ceremony at all!"

Xila replied firmly: "If you don't believe in gods, you can't hold any rituals related to divine power. Because their souls and gods are completely different, even if the gods want to inject divine power, they can't do it at all."

"However, ordinary cardinals do not have access to divine power. They naturally don't know the truth - and those who know the truth have been warned by their gods not to cause trouble for the overall situation. If you don't want to participate in deception, just keep silent. After all, the final result of the meeting has already been decided, and the only thing missing is a process. Those who can be a cardinal will not even be able to see this clearly..."

As Claudia spoke, she stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, and invited the old lady who was staring straight at Xila.

She said meaningfully to Xila: "As for what you want to know, about the 'raven' and the residents here, you can ask her alone... I have to treat those poor children, so I won't accompany them. is you."

Meanwhile, Roland and Gahalad have returned to the Dome Cathedral.

When Roland pushed open the door on the top floor, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Why are you here~www.wuxiaspot.com~Guderian?"

Roland has a solemn expression and a solemn voice: "I should have said that no matter what happens, you are not allowed to enter the top floor."

"But you also said that you are going to retreat here..."

Guderian lowered his head and said in a low voice while praying like the icon of Tyre that had lost its light.

Roland ignored him. He just walked forward on his own, knelt beside Guderian, closed his eyes and prayed silently to the icon. Behind Roland, the shadow of the heroic spirit of the silver armor loomed, staring closely at Guderian.

After completing a long period of prayer, Roland said slowly: "I don't think the Pope needs a supreme bishop who is his enemy."

Guderian also did not turn his head to look at Roland.

"And I think . . . we might need a pope who doesn't believe in Thiel."

He stared straight at the icon of Tyre, which had lost its light, and said softly. (To be continued.)